According to Komatsu, "a blessing in disguise", during the period of He Gu's cultivation, his relationship with Song Juhan has always been harmonious, and it can even be said to be somewhat sweet. With such a proactive character like He Gu, Song Juhan cultivated a set of mentality of having a good time. For this harmony, He Gu can pretend to forget what happened before.

After a week's rest, although was still a little uncomfortable, the company had a backlog of things. Song Juhan went to shoot the MV, so why couldn't stay at home and started to work again.

This afternoon, he received a call from Feng Zheng. Feng Zheng had made an appointment with him twice recently, but he didn't go. Injury was one reason. Most importantly, he knew that he was avoiding Feng Zheng subconsciously. Since Feng Zheng returned to China, his relationship with Song Juhan has become more and more tense, although this is not Feng Zheng's fault.

Feng Zheng told him that this party was organized by Peng Fang to give a brother a chance, and Peng Fang also mentioned him specifically.

He Gu heard that many people went, plus was really embarrassed to refuse again, so had to agree.

He worked overtime until night and drove directly to Bar Street.

The location of the bar was quite coincidental, it was actually diagonally opposite the "" where he and GuQingPei went last time.

Feng Zheng and Peng Fang had just finished their meal, and they happened to meet at the entrance of the bar.

"Hey, why." Peng Fang waved to him with a smile, "What overtime is there on Saturday? It would be nice to have dinner with us."

He Gu said: "Mr. Peng, hello, the company has been busy recently, so I can't help it."

"Why?" Feng Zheng came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Why do I feel that every time I see you, you lose some weight."

"No, my weight hasn't changed." He didn't tell Feng Zheng about the car accident. In fact, his appetite decreased during this period of time, and he did lose several kilograms.

"Come on, let me introduce you, this is Wu Zi'ang, this is his girlfriend..." Peng Fang introduced them one by one, and finally a young man with a gloomy face, "This is my brother, Yuan Yang, today is for him catch the wind."

He Gu looked at the young man, he was very tall, he seemed to be similar to Song Juhan, but stronger than Song Juhan, with very short hair, arrogant and handsome appearance, with a particularly tall and capable temperament, like a soldier.

He Gu said: "Hello."

YuanYang nodded at him, but didn't look directly at him, he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Okay, don't put on a constipated face." Peng Fang hooked Yuan Yang's neck, "Let's go, go in."

Feng Zheng took He Gu to the bar.

Behind him, Yuan Yang and Peng Fang were discussing what they were discussing. After a while, Yuan Yang walked across the street by himself.

Entering the box, Feng Zheng said, "Where's Yuan Yangren?"

"I don't know, I said that I met an acquaintance, go and have a look." Peng Fang breathed a little playfulness, hehe hehe, the thief smiled, "Maybe there will be some gossip in a while."

"What gossip?" Others were also interested.

"I said I don't know. When he comes back, you can ask yourself."

Peng Fang ordered a table of wine and supper, and the men and women began to sing.

He Gu sat in the corner and chatted with Feng Zheng, talking about innocuous things. Feng Zheng persuaded him to resign, fearing that he would work too hard.

After a while, Peng Fang came over and complained, "What's the difference between chatting without drinking alcohol and talking about life when you're naked? Come, come, hurry up and drink."

Feng Zheng smiled and said, "Peng Fang, what have you been busy with recently?"

"I'm busy earning two steel rods, how can I compare to Master Feng."

"Don't be so rude to me, my new company doesn't even have a firm footing."

"Haha, come, have a drink and toast to your new company."

How many people came and went for a drink, why did he take the initiative to offer a few drinks. He was not bad at drinking, but he didn't like to drink easily, and he hated these noisy occasions. If he didn't want to be alone with Feng Zheng, he wouldn't come.

After a long while, YuanYang came back, strangely, the gloom on his face was swept away, and he even brought a smug smile.

Peng Fang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly approached, the two of them lowered their heads to discuss something, and laughed maliciously from time to time.

Feng Zheng went over to find Yuan Yang for a drink. Yuan Yang was quite arrogant, drinking one cup at a time. Seeing this posture, Feng Zheng dared to stay for a long time, and ran away after drinking three cups.

He Gu said in a low voice, "Is that Yuan Yang a soldier? He looks like his imposing manner, and his drinking is like the style of the army."

"Yeah, just returned from the army. He is Peng Fangfaxiao, and his father is the chairman of the Yuan family. Have you heard of it?"

"Yuan's?" He Gu was a little surprised, "Is Yuan Lijiang?"

"Yeah, do you know him?"

"I don't know, but one of my bosses just moved to Yuan Lijiang's place." Unexpectedly, Yuan Yang was the son of Yuan Lijiang.

"Oh, Yuan Lijiang is very generous to his subordinates, and he is indeed able to keep them. My dad can't do that. Although he has clear rewards and punishments, he is sometimes too powerful to win people over."

"Really, I think Mr. Feng's personal style directly affects the company's decent, whoever does it, whoever does it. I think it's very good."

Feng Zheng smiled, he looked at He Ge, in the dim light, those deep and beautiful eyes were particularly bright: "Actually, you should have stayed with my dad at the time, our personal relationship will not affect you. Career, I'm not that small."

He Gu said seriously: "I never thought you were a little belly, but at that time... Hey, forget it, it's all over." He Gu poured Feng Zheng wine, "Done."

Some complicated thoughts flashed in Feng Zheng's eyes, and the two drank the wine in one gulp.

Suddenly, He Gu's phone rang, he picked it up and saw that it was Song Juhan's.

Feng Zheng glanced at it and said indifferently, "Song Daxingxing."

"I'll take a call." He Gu took the phone and walked out of the box, "Hello, Ju Han."

"Why, where are you?" Song Juhan's tone sounded gloomy.

"I'm outside with... my colleague." His background voice was so loud that he couldn't deceive anyone.

"It won't be with Feng Zheng, right?"

"No." He Gu chose to lie almost without hesitation. After saying these two words, he sighed silently in his heart. Even if everything is done to save such a sad relationship, how much can it change?

Song Juhan said, "Do you know where I am?"

"...Where?" He Gu's heart trembled. This is a bar street, one of the most famous nightlife circles. Could it be that Song Juhan saw him?

"I met Ou Taining who was filming here in the hotel of Dasheng Film and Television."

He Gu was stunned: "Oh, he..."

Song Juhan's voice was a bit gritted, "Please explain to me, what's the matter with you and GuQingPei going gay alone?"

He Gu felt a headache: "You remember what happened downstairs in our company that day. He saw our relationship. I didn't expect him to be gay. He just left and wanted to make friends, nothing else."

"You didn't know it before?"

"I really didn't know that before."

"Did he like you?" Song Juhan's tone was aggressive.

He Ku said helplessly: "No." He inexplicably remembered Zhuang Jieyu's face, "I'm not the type he likes. We have worked together for many years. If he wants to see me, he won't have to wait until now."

Song Juhan said sarcastically, "I found that you are quite attractive."

He Gu felt indescribably tired, he said in a deep voice, "Ju Han, you think too much."

"It's better if I think too much." Song Juhan's voice was cold, "You are somewhat self-conscious, stay away from those messed up gays."

"……I know."

The next second, a busy tone came from the phone.

He Gu looked at the name on the caller ID and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He is almost thirty, and like a child, he is often taught a lesson by his ears, but he chooses to endure. If liking is to make people humble and hopeless, what is the meaning of liking?

I am afraid that this question will not be answered for a long time after thinking about it.

Back in the box, Feng Zheng saw at a glance that his mood was not right: "What's the matter, won't we quarrel?"

"No." He Gu shook the glass, "Come on, drink."

Feng Zheng gave him a deep look and toasted with him.

I don't know if it was because there were too many people that day, there were too many people who came and went, or why was he drunk on purpose. In short, when he left the bar, he was led away by Feng Zheng and the driver.

He Ge hasn't broken yet, but his brain is dazed, his vision is blurred, his steps are vacuous, and his speech is a little unclear: "Feng Zheng, please call me... a driver."

"What do you drive, I'll ask the driver to take you back."

"Then I... the car..."

"I'll have someone take it to your house."

"Well..." He Gu nodded, feeling that his head was about to shake, and his body couldn't stop falling.

He put He Gu into the car, and Feng Zheng got into it himself. Although He Gu was thin, he still weighed more than 70 kilograms, and he drank a lot himself, and his legs were a little weak. Tired him out in a sweat.

He Gu leaned against the car door, with his eyes wide open, he looked at Feng Zheng: "I didn't expect ... your kid hid his hand."

Feng Zheng shook his head, trying to get rid of a bit of drunkenness: "What am I hiding?"

"You can... drink better than me." He Gu rubbed his head against the car door, he felt dizzy.

Feng Zheng looked at He Gu's misty intoxicated state. This man who was usually serious in normal times showed a rare aura at this time. Feng Zheng moved in his heart and dragged the person over: "If there is a bump in a while, you will bump into it."

The car just turned a corner, why did the center of gravity stagger into Feng Zheng's arms.

Feng Zheng's breathing stagnated, and he looked down at He Gu with burning eyes.

He Gu struggled to get up, Feng Zheng straightened his body, brushed the broken hair on his forehead, and stared at the face carefully. The once youthful and upright face had now accumulated a bit of mature charm. It looked much better when he was young. Feng Zheng felt some uncontrollable emotions surging in his chest, and he said softly, "Why, before Song Juhan appeared, I always thought you were very smart."

Why can't I digest this sentence: "I'm... smart."

Feng Zheng's brain was hot, he couldn't help touching He Gu's cheek, his tone was full of unwillingness: "He treats you so much, what do you like about him? Am I bad? How can I compare to him?"

He Gu frowned. He already realized that something was wrong. He wanted to stay away from Feng Zheng, but he couldn't move his body: "Feng Zheng, I'm drunk...you're drunk too."

"I'm sober, but you're really drunk, you haven't woken up since six years ago."

"Feng Zheng..."

Feng Zheng approached He Ge, he knew there were some things he shouldn't say, but he couldn't control himself: "Do you still remember our kiss? I've always regretted that I didn't kiss you well, and I'm also very sorry, If I hadn't gone, if I had stayed, wouldn't you have become what you are now, so... cheesy."

"Feng..."

There was a ferocious look on Feng Zheng's face. He pinched He Gu's chin and roughly blocked the lips.

He Gu's mind went blank, and he even forgot to resist.

Feng Zheng sucked hardkissed the lips that he had been thinking about for a long time, why was he breathless, he instinctively pushed Feng Zheng, but Feng Zheng grabbed his hand and pressed it behind his back.

When Feng Zheng let go of He Gu, He Gu was already deprived of oxygen in his brain, and his body was numb. He looked at Feng Zheng, panting and said, "Feng Zheng...you are courting death..."

Feng Zheng smiled, and he was so drunk: "Yes, I'm courting death, don't you court death? You know why Song Juhan was looking for you in the first place... Haha, hahaha, why are you courting death?"

He Gu raised his fist and wanted to hit Feng Zheng, but his body landed on the seat again with the turn of the car. He was in a state of exhaustion, his eyelids were over a thousand gold, and he didn't even want to move a finger. He fell asleep almost instantly.

Why did he wake up the next day with a splitting headache and the world was spinning. He had never regretted drinking so much. After all, the trauma of the concussion had not fully recovered, and this meal completely knocked him down.

He turned over and looked at the chandelier above his head with sore eyelids, recalling how he got home yesterday.

It seems that Feng Zheng sent him?

Feng Zheng...

Some strange pictures and conversations appeared in He Gu's mind. He remembered that he and Feng Zheng seemed to be... kissing!

Why did the alarm bell ring in his head. Was he hallucinating in confusion, or was it true?

Enduring the headache, he rolled over and got out of bed, took out his mobile phone from a pile of smelly clothes, and wanted to call Feng Zheng immediately for verification. But looking at the name on the screen, he hesitated.

If it was true, how embarrassing it would be, if it was his hallucination, it would be even more embarrassing. But if he doesn't ask for proof, he'll probably be restless all the time. He gritted his teeth, but dialed it anyway.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected, and Feng Zheng's hoarse and nasal voice came: "Hello?"

"Feng Zheng, are you drunk too?"

"Yeah, I have a headache and a sore throat, how about you?"

"Me too..." He Gu was even more puzzled, "Well, you sent me back yesterday?"

"My driver sent it, and then he drove your car to your community again."

"He worked hard for him, thank him for helping me."

"It's okay, you're welcome."

"That... Yesterday, I was out of tense."

Feng Zheng smiled: "I don't even remember whether I lost my way, how can I remember you, don't worry, we are half a catty."

Why did he hear it, and he didn't know if he should be relieved, but he obviously couldn't ask anything. Although he thought that even if he was confused, he shouldn't dream of kissing Feng Zheng, but even if it was true, Feng Zheng If he didn't admit it, he really didn't dare to confirm it.

It's just that he is more wary of Feng Zheng.

In fact, it wasn't that he never thought of finding someone who knew both the cold and the heat to accompany him and support him for the rest of his life. Maybe that way, he would be able to get out of the shadow of Song Juhan, but that person should not be Feng Zheng, because he knew that It is impossible for me to forget Song Juhan in my life. All his love and enthusiasm have been consumed by one person. He cares about Feng Zheng, so he can't use his broken feelings to perfunctory.